Posted by BC on 5/27/2002, 1:44 am MASTERS: "Welcome back, folks. Up next, we've got the first of two co-main events as the NPW Title is up for grabs ... as champion Thomas 'Think Tank' Turner lays the gold on the line against the number one contender and co-holder of the NPW Tag Team Titles, Direwolf. Fans, it was just a few weeks ago, at NPW's 'The Stand' pay-per-view event when the roles were reversed, and Turner challenged then-champ Direwolf for this belt. Here's how that match turned out!" [A clip from the NPW Title match is shown: Direwolf charges at Turner! Turner sidesteps, and Direwolf goes off the ropes! THE ANSWER -- NO! OVER THE TOP AGAIN! Direwolf heads the opposite direction -- ALPHA MALE MARKING - NOOOO! Turner ducks under to the side, grabbing an arm and hammerlocking it! His other comes up around Direwolf's neck! Turner wraps his legs around, falling backwards to the mat in a Buzzkiller submission hold. As Direwolf flails in the Buzzkiller, Ashley Hendricks interferes as the edge of her folding chair jabs into Turner's skull! Turner lets go, holding his head and rolling off -- and both men are down again! They stagger to their feet! Direwolf lands a heavy blow! Another! Another! He whips Turner into the ropes, but Turner grabs on to the top rope with his arms, stopping himself! Direwolf CHARGES! Turner lifts him over the top rope to the floor ... but Direwolf lands on his feet on the apron. Turning, he clubs Turner with a headbutt! Turner wobbles in a circle, turning back as Direwolf pulls back on the top rope, hurling his huge frame in the air with a clothesline! CAUGHT BY TURNER! TURNER'S KNEES BUCKLE! AND... MASTERS :THE ANSWERRRRRRRRRR!!! THE ANSWER DELIVERED! Turner DRIVES Direwolf's head into the mat, falling on top of him! THE CROWD CHANTS! ONE! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING!] We come back up on the announce table, as Masters is shaking his head in amazement, recalling the tremendous match from about a month ago. CROWLEY: "And now, tonight ... Direwolf takes his NPW-guaranteed rematch for the title he lost on that fateful night. Tonight it's Turner-Direwolf II ... and it starts ... NOW!!!!" The shot cuts to Ariel Mace, resplendent in black, her lustrous blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, in the ring as she raises the house mic to her lips. ARIEL: "The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit, and it is for THE NPW HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!" [RAHHHH!!!!] The arena lights go down as the pulsating beat of a European dance track blares over the arena's system while laser lights and strobe lights add visually to it's rhythmic atmosphere. ARIEL: "Introducing first ... the challenger, hailing from Scranton, Pennsylvania ... weighing in at 295 lbs, DIIIIIRREWOOOLLLLFFF!!!" #La,La,la,la la,la,la,la,la Pyrotechnic blasts accompany the former NPW Champion DIREWOLF as he strides purposefully out from the backstage area. He's wearing his white trunks with black trim and black wrestling boots and arrives to massive cheers from the assembled crowd. You wouldn't know it to look at him though, as he fails to acknowledge the cheers and instead seems focussed on making his way to the ring as Kylie Mingoue's "Can't Get You Out Of My Head" plays over the loudspeakers. #I just can't get you out of my head #I just can't get you out of my head Direwolf hits the ring and, foregoing the steps, climbs up on the apron and displays his surprising agility by vaulting the top rope. He makes a beeline for Head Referee Dan Bash and backs the smaller man into the corner, indicating that there will be dire consequences if the match isn't called straight down the middle. #La,la,la la,la,la,la,la #I just can't get you out of my head MASTERS: "The challenger certainly appears to be focussed tonight, Kenny." CROWLEY: "This feud's been building for a few months, Bobbo, but Tanker took things to a whole new level this week when he laid a beating on Direwolf's girlfriend, Ashley Hendricks. While I certainly don't approve of the tactics, I've gotta admit that Turner's gotten under Direwolf's skin. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be seen, though...." As Bash pats him down to ensure that Direwolf's not carrying any foreign objects, the challenger ignores the ref and focuses his glare instead on the entranceway under the NorthernTron. His eyes alight with fire, the Alpha Male waits impatiently for the pomp and circumstance to end. #There's a dark secret in me #La,la,la la,la,la,la,la As Direwolf's music fades out, Ariel moves back to the center of the ring. ARIEL: "And his opponent ... hailing from Silicon Valley, California, and weighing in at 240 lbs....." The lights in the arena go back down as 'Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" starts to play. The crowd pops massively in anticipation. ARIEL: "YOUR NPW Champion .... THINK! TANK! TURRRRNERRRR!!!!!" On the NorthernTron, the words "The Thinking Man's Wrestler appear ... and the word "Wrestler" slowly wavers and transforms into "Champion" ... before bursting into a montage of Think Tank Turner action clips. Below, Turner's manager, Jimy 'One-M' Holiday struts out from the backstage area, followed close behind by Chosen Few bodyguard/enforcer 'Big' Chris Youngblood. As red, blue and gold spotlights crisscross the stage, pyro explodes in rapid succession overhead. Holiday and Youngblood drop to their knees on either side of the entranceway and casually point their fingers over their heads. Suddenly, the classical music transforms into Rage Against The Machine's 'Guerrilla Radio':: #Transmission third world war third round The crowds cheers crescendo as 'Think Tank' Turner emerges from the back, clad in his traditional unitard, the NPW Title strapped around waist, gleaming as it reflects the spotlights. He pirouettes lazily for the crowd's benefit and acknowledges the love being shown to him by Holiday and Youngblood. Stepping to the top of the ramp, he turns his attention to the ring, and meets Direwolf's angry stare. #Lights out Smiling thinly, the champ does not avert his eyes from the challenger as he slowly makes his way down to ringside. Up ahead, Direwolf leans over the ropes, beckoning for the champ to get into the ring. MASTERS: "Turner doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get into the ring. He may be a little reluctant to go toe-to with the Alpha Male! Do you think he's regretting his actions from earlier this week?" CROWLEY: "I've known Thomas Turner for some time now, Bob, and tell you this: he doesn't regret a single thing he's done. I don't think he's scared ... I think he's just taunting Direwolf, who's eager to get this started. #All hell can't stop us now Turner's music fades out as he reaches the ringside area. Direwolf's still leaning over and jaw-jacking Turner ... who simply looks up and calmly shoos him away from the ropes! Direwolf's none too inclined to move away, though, and he curls a finger, beckoning Turner to enter the squared circle. Finally, referee Bash succeeds in pulling Direwolf away, allowing Turner to roll under the bottom rope and to his feet in one swift, fluid move.
As we come back from commercial, the crowd is buzzing ... partly from the spectacular match that they just witness, and partly because of what they know is up next.
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